I Died Poem by Gert Strydom

When first I kissed you
I died,
and we were one

in sparkling eyes,
in sweet breath,
in soft lips.

Like gods we were
without a care,
not aiming anywhere,
and even in silence
we heard music there.

You made me young
and alive,
to burn, to yearn
for you
to need you near,
to feel the thrill
of what love is.

You swept me away,
to another place,
a plane, a dimension
out of time and sync
and in a space
of its own,
and I couldn’t think
but only knew
how much I needed
and loved you.

But now I cry
since you are away,
my heart prays,
it aches in me,
my thoughts stream
like a torrent through me.

No day is bright
and even in the sun
there is no light
and every thing
is diminished
as if I have lost
the sense and sensibility
the thing that makes
me to be me
as you are no longer mine.